Wei Zhao, the invincible champion general who has guarded the frontier for sixteen years, opened his eyes and became a Shanghai drifter who can't even afford instant noodles. Wei Zhao: "..." What the hell is this place? Where is the horse? Where is my gun? The emperor's new reward is this square piece of luminous iron? Good news: He still has his martial arts skills, he can carry a cauldron, somersault seven meters, and punch through a sandbag. Bad news: In this place called "Modern", you have no ability to kill enemies. You can only work as a backup on the set, being ordered around every day, doing the most tiring work, and earning the least money. Even worse news: The "epic-level" production the crew is filming is about his own magnificent life. Looking at the fat-haired and pink-faced young man, wearing plastic armor, posing in a soft posture, saying the line "I don't know the beauty of my wife", his illustrious military exploits were filmed into a bloody love drama... Wei Zhao's fist became hard, very hard. Director: "Who is that, the new Wu Tai, set an example for our male protagonist, to have that kind of momentum that one man can stand in front of ten thousand others!" Wei Zhao walked forward expressionlessly, casually holding a gun on his arm. Everyone felt their eyes flash as a cold and biting aura of killing rushed towards their faces, as if they were instantly transported to an ancient battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. There was dead silence in the audience: "..." Xiao Xianrou (legs weak): "Director, director, I think he is more suitable to play the general than me." Director (eyes shining): "Master, let me enjoy the meal!!" From then on, there was a legend in the entertainment industry. He is the most ruthless martial arts instructor and the strongest action star. Speeding cars exploded while he strolled around;
